All language subtitles for Bones S04E06 - The Crank in the Shaft [YIFY]

- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

Six, please.

He got it.

Somebody already pushed it.

Sorry about that.

Is our coffee machine still broken?

It was on Friday,
and I couldn't chance it.

Well, I filled out a 1612 Repair

Authorization for office equipment
under $200, but I never heard back.

Man, this guitar is bitchin'.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

How's the third quarter P&L?

I processed a stack of orders
and returns with Patty on Friday.

She was still reviewing them
when I left.

Oh, my God, what's going on?

The conscious mind

represents only
one-sixth of our brain's activity.

Now, I want you to both appreciate

the power of the subconscious
and our quest for its secrets...

Stop!

Dr. Brennan, you can't dismiss over a
hundred years of psychological research.

I'm not even actually listening.

Your leg has not stopped
moving since we started this session.

Something you should have noticed.

I assumed he was anxious to leave,
as he is every session.

Yeah, well, that's not it.

Okay, a guy at work, Special Agent
Graham Kelton died last week.

I'm so sorry.

That's awful, Booth.
Were you good friends?

No, he was a creep.

So, then your agitation
comes from...?

Kelton had the best desk chair
in the office building, all right?

Lumbar support, cushioned arms,
Macintosh oak finish.

- And?
- And I want it.

I put a request in,
but so have all the other agents.

This is one sweet chair.

You are anxious that
you won't get a dead man's chair?

Right.
Mine, it won't even recline anymore.

Get this: Charlie Baron, okay,

he'd been putting a request
in to Human Resources

even when Kelton
was on his deathbed.

All right? Is that low or what?

Bones, maybe you can write me a doctor's
note saying that I need the chair.

- What?
- Yeah, something along the lines,

that I got, like, a bad back,

and the extra lumbar support
could enhance my job performance.

I'm not a medical doctor.

The answer's no.

You're obviously trying
to enhance your status

with your coworkers by acquiring
something that they all covet.

- You want a throne.
- Back support, okay?

I'm just looking for
a little back support.

Perhaps you've been feeling
inadequate at work lately.

- Compensating in this...
- Booth.

Right. Be right there.

Well, got a case. See ya.

Agent Booth, I really think that
we're touching on something important...

Thank you.

If I could help you
get a better chair, I would.

Thank you, but if I wanted a better
office chair, I'd just buy one myself.

No, no, that's not
how it works, Bones.

When you work for The Man,
he buys all the office furniture.

Which man?

You're kidding me, right?
There's no actual man.

Then who buys the office furniture?

Never mind, Bones. Just never mind.

- Excuse us.
- Sorry. So sorry.

Coming through. That's it.
Watch out.

Look at that.

Hey, Cam, you're a real doctor.

Maybe you could, do a pal a favor

and write me a note for my back.

- The chair?
- Yeah,

this is a chance
for you to be, creative.

- Tell us about the leg.
- Given the pump, female victim.

The skin elasticity,
what's left of it,

indicates she was probably
between 20 and 40 years old.

Striations on the bone suggests
the flesh was scraped away.

And the remaining soft tissue
appears to have been scavenged.

What are you thinking?
A little respect.

I wasn't taking a photo of the leg.

I was taking her picture.

You're the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen in the elevator.

Back up there.
Take-take him out of here.

Take care of him.

Did you find anything
besides the leg?

The remains are smeared along
the entire length of the hoistway.

God, that,

that's nasty.

I'm gonna need a spatula
to scrape off all the

flesh and the organs.

The bones are in hundreds of pieces.
I want them bagged.

Judging from the amount of putrefactive
liquid on top of the car,

she landed here first,
wedging up against the shaft.

So when it went up and down, she...

Oh, that's not good.
That's bad. That's not good.

I don't see any hemorrhagic tissue.

Victim was most likely dead
before she was put in here.

Well, fracturing indicates
she was dropped from quite a height.

It's the machine room. It has
the control system for the elevator.

- Who has access to this room?
- Only maintenance,

but they only unlock it
when the elevator is serviced.

Lock's been jimmied.

I don't know how this happened.
I run a safe building.

Right,
except for the mangled dead woman.

It's the first unit.

Those cables raise
and lower the cars.

Look at this.

Okay.

So you think the, victim's body
could have been, you know,

pushed down there?

It's pretty small.

But I've seen bodies carried down
storm drains narrower than that.

Who tries to hide a body
by throwing it down an elevator shaft?

Someone who is toasted.

A joint.

I can get DNA from the paper.

Marijuana doesn't make you a killer.

Yeah, well, it makes you stupid.

Stupid enough to jam someone
down an elevator shaft?

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Sad.

Woman's whole life reduced to
a bunch of glorified sandwich bags.

Not the woman's life, Fisher,
just her body. Big difference.

Whatever gets you through the day.

What have we got?

Her clothes are shredded
and covered in particulates.

Still sorting through it all.
I'm pulling traces

to run through the GC Mass Spec.

Well, I've got the when.

Vitreous humor from an eyeball

confirms time of death sometime between
Friday night and Saturday morning.

And her final meal

was lettuce,
yogurt, chicken and pita.

- A gyro.
- Most likely.

I've got them checking
Greek restaurants in the neighborhood.

Maybe someone
made a delivery to her office.

Dead before the fall.

Wish we knew how she died.

Tox screen came back negative.

No drugs, no poison,
not even caffeine.

So, ball's in your court, Fisher.

Dr. Brennan left me with exactly

1,263 bone fragments,

each one screaming pain,
violence and hopelessness.

So how about cutting me
a little slack?

The job gets easier
with time, Mr. Fisher.

Any leads on who she is?

The hot chick is doing a sketch
from the few pieces of skull

I could locate and reconstruct.

Hot chick?

Sorry.

The other hot chick.

It's a bow.

With hair.

It's brown.

Natural colors.

Might help Angela with her sketch.

Right.

You should give it to her.

- I'm kind of busy.
- And I'm kind of your boss.

Anything else, Mr. Fisher?

I also found hairline impact fissures
on the lateral epicondyle.

And?

My grad thesis explored
the effect of falls on human bone.

I got the idea at my summer job.

I'm afraid to ask.

Suicide hotline.

Were you...

For or against?

Hey, got a bow for you.

Look, Hodgins,

we both decided it's over.

I don't want any gifts.

The bow's from the victim.

Right.

Sorry.
That's helpful, that bow.

How's it coming?

Well, according to my sketch,
the victim was a model for Picasso.

Like it.

Mr. Cheerful's putting
more pieces together for me.

That's a good idea.

Just so you know, I'm cool.

You and I, we work together,
and... and that's it.

Great.

- We're two professionals.
- Yep, two professionals.

I should finish this,'cause this is...

Yeah, you know,
and I've got lots to do.

I mean, lots. So...

Okay.

Okay.

From the impact fissures, I'd estimate
her fall was from at least 60 meters.

Okay, first of all,
I doubt even Dr. Brennan

could discover that
from impact fissures alone.

My thesis got me here. Ask her.

And second, that doesn't indicate
what floor she fell from

'cause the elevator car could have been

on any floor in the building
when she landed on it.

But since it's a 16-story building,
at about 10 feet per floor...

11 or 12, if you count
the space between floors.

Right. That's 252 feet.

That gives us 76.8 meters,

a difference of about 17 meters.

- That's...
- 52 feet.

Meaning she had to fall
from the top floor

or the machine room above it.

Very impressive, Mr. Fisher.

Well,

I'll still wind up like her one day.

You ever think of finding
a girlfriend, Mr. Fisher?

I've got one.

Jill.

She's very beautiful.

Yes.

Now.

Patty Hoyle, she's one of the people
who didn't check into the building.

oAngela's sketch matches
the picture on her ID card.

So Cam is actually going to write you
a letter so you can get the chair?

That's right. She understands
how the game is played.

She worked for the same man as you.

- That's right.
- The man who doesn't exist.

Can you imagine working
in a place like this?

No. It's not sterile, and there's
no room for diagnostic equipment

or sufficient bone storage.

Bones, I meant the little cubicles.
Look, they look like caged animals.

Throughout history,

you can find examples of human beings
adapting to virtually any environment.

- Like you and the chair.
- Me? You're way off base.

Ziff-Young. Hold the line, please.

Ziff-Young. Hold the line, please.

Ziff-Young. Hold the line, please.
Ziff-Young. Hold the line, please.

- Thank you.
- Did you find out who it was?

The whole building's been wondering.
I was there, you know, in the elevator.

- It was horrible.
- Slow down, okay?

Did this woman show up to work?

Oh, Patty.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Patty?
Really? It's Patty, Chip.

- It was Patty in the elevator.
- Oh, man.

We still have to verify identity
with dental records.

Hey, everybody!
In the elevator? It was Patty.

No, not Patty.

Pretty Patty?

- Could you just keep it quiet, please?
- What's going on?

What about Patty?

This is Patty's area
right over here.

Patty decorated the place herself.

Even painted the frogs.

- A lot of frogs.
- She was that kind of person.

One who adjusted
to an impersonal workplace.

Nice chair.

We're gonna have
to look in her computer.

Whatever you need.
It's all company property.

I can get you the password.

So you last saw her on Friday?

She was still here
when I left, yeah.

Working late as usual.
She... she was

the best office manager
you can imagine.

See? Booth?

Some people accept
their position as a drone.

Are you calling me a drone?

It's not a pejorative statement,

without the drones,
the hive would die.

- Anyone else work here late?
- Are you kidding?

When that clock hits 6:00,

it's like the running of the bulls,
especially on Friday.

Did Patty have any eneimes?

Well, we all have to break a few eggs
to make an omelet.

Do you know if she caught
any of your employees smoking marijuana?

Marijuana? No.

So, no history of drug use here?

Ted Russo

was arrested last year for smoking pot
at a concert in the park,

but he is a good worker.

He promised me
he hasn't touched the stuff since.

Ted?

Yeah?

What's up?

Ted, the leg found in the elevator?
It was Patty.

Oh, dude.

Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan
would like to ask you a few questions.

Hi, Ted.

We found the remnants of a joint
in the room where

Patty could have been pushed
into the elevator shaft.

I don't smoke, man. Yeah, my eyes
look like this 'cause I have allergies.

We pulled DNA from the saliva
on the cigaretette paper.

Really?

And we can get a court order
to take a sample from you.

All right, sure.
I smoke a little weed. Wouldn't you?

Locked up in these veal pens all day,
you know, collating invoices.

I'm an artist, man.
But my dad cut me off, so

without this place
I'd starve to death.

What happened, Ted?
Patty catch you?

Threaten to fire you
and you killed her?

Ted, if you think
these cubicles are small,

wait till
you see the inside of a cell, pal.

How many times do I have to say it?
I didn't kill Patty.

- Would you call her a friend?
- She was the office manager, man.

Eyes always on me, you know?

"Why are you using
so many envelopes, Russo?"

"Gee, like, maybe 'cause
I'm sending out letters?"

But I didn't kill her.

Did you think she was a bitch?

- What?
- Right there, you see that?

That's Patty's car. "Bitch."

- Is that an example of your artwork?
- No. I didn't do that.

We found your roach
in the elevator machine room,

where we also found
parts of Patty's body

crushed in the hoistway.

We found two weeks worth of invoices
that you hadn't completed.

Maybe Patty caught you,

you keyed her car

you went back to the machine room
for a quick toke and to chill,

Patty walks in on you,
she catches you, threatens your job...

You kill her.

Dude, you are so off base.

- Let me have your keys.
- Why?

Is that a "no," 'cause
I'll just go get a court order?

Oh, look at that.
Thanks for your cooperation.

That wasn't too hard.

The depressed intern
is quite clever.

His analysis of the impact fissures

supports Booth's theory
of where the body was dropped.

Great.

I don't know
how to act around Hodgins.

I beg your pardon?

We just ended a relationship
that was intense,

both emotionally and sexually.

Now rather than intense,
we're just...

Plain tense.

We don't look at each other,
everything is fraught with meaning.

Brennan,

you're supposed to say something.

Oh, I'm sorry.
What am I supposed to say?

Something
that will make me feel better.

Well, both Hodgins and you
mean a lot to me,

but since you're my best friend, I...

I guess I could fire Hodgins.

What? No.

I don't want you to fire him.

That's good, because
I would have disliked doing that.

Yeah, of course.

Thank you though for the offer.
It was... it was very sweet.

So I helped?

Absolutely, sweetie.

Thank you, it was...

Cam?

Listen, I appreciate the doctor's note,
but you can't send it in.

Too late, that's just a copy.

This note,
it makes me sound like an invalid.

- You want the chair, don't you?
- No, I want to keep my job. Hello?

"Agent Booth suffers
from multi-level

"disc disease with
herniation of the L4-5 disc,

producing rad-i-cu-ular..."

Radicular.

"... radicular pain
in a sciatic distribution."

This letter is going to get me
a gurney, not a chair.

I'm a coroner. Tell them...
I confused you with a corpse.

Am I the only one
taking this seriously?

You are now.

You're welcome.

You look bummed.

What? No.

It's just... sometimes answers
pose more questions than they answer.

Thus the melancholy.

- Did you discover cause of death yet?
- Life, man.

Life is always the cause of death.

Okay, now you're just a tool.
Why are you here?

Well, I was hoping you could
maybe give me a little inspiration,

being a mentor and all.

All I have are facts, man.

Initial particulate analysis shows

a thin layer of styrene acrylate
copolymer on her sweater.

It's, copier toner.

She worked in an office. She probably
got dirty changing a cartridge.

She was an office manager
wearing a cashmere sweater.

I doubt changing the cartridge
was her responsibility,

not to mention, the toner dust
was all over her front and back.

Very cool.

She probably spent a little time
rolling around the copy room floor.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

Yeah,
there were some stains on different

sweater fragments
consisting of hesperic acid,

ascorbic acid,
citrus sinensis, furfural,

proteolytic enzyme, alcohol,

triarylmethane dye,
AKA Brilliant Blue.

It's a food coloring.

Do you think the stain
is relevant to the case?

Before I answer that,
I need to know what it is.

I get it.

We live our lives in darkness,
hoping for a sun that seldom shines...

Go away, Fisher.

Forensics analyzed
Ted Russo's keys, all right.

There's no evidence of red paint
transfer from keying the car.

This is a very efficient workspace,
don't you think?

It affords a minimum amount
of human interaction

so the workers can concentrate
solely on productivity.

It's demoralizing.

Don't look at me like that.
I'm not some kind of a drone.

You have superiors to whom you
must report, protocols you must follow.

All of your actions
are documented and reviewed.

Look, I do not work for some
faceless bureaucracy, okay?

I work for
the United States government,

and so do you,
which makes you a drone, too.

No. No, I'm a completely
independent contractor

operating out of the Jeffersonian.
In the hive, I would be the queen bee.

- Still in a hive.
- In which I am the queen.

OK, what do we got?

We found dried toner
in a section of the floor

and fabric threads that might match
the victim's clothes.

Send them all to Dr.
Hodgins at the Jeffersonian.

- Says the queen bee.
- What?

Nothing.

Use the ALS in this area.

Booth, the light.

I'll tell you what, I am going
to be the king bee in my department.

- There's no such thing as a king bee.
- Sure there is.

And he is going to have
the finest chair in the hive.

This area might also have staining
that could help Hodgins identify

what else was on the victim's clothes.

Remove this section of
carpet and send it to the lab.

- What is it?
- I'm not sure.

Cam and Hodgins will have to check it.

- The lights.
- Yeah, yeah.

Booth.

Right. Just send it
to my phone right away.

What's going on?

Computer Forensics, they went
through the victim's hard drive.

Seems that she got a
really angry e-mail last week.

It's from somebody who works here:

Dave Farfield.

"You self-entitled bitch.
"You are done playing with me.

"You'll pay. Trust me.

Love and kisses, Dave."

Do you have an employee
named Dave Farfield?

Yes. Well, actually, no.

Okay, which is it?

Well, Dave worked here for eight years,
but he was let go last Thursday.

- You fired him?
- That's right.

Oh, God...

- What?
- Well, it was Patty.

She told me that Dave was a problem:

disruptive, not doing his work.

- It was Patty who got him fired?
- She showed me

an inflammatory e-mail
that he wrote to her,

and I agreed with Patty,
it wasn't right.

And Dave knew he was
fired because of Patty?

Yes.

I don't get it.

Keying someone's car
is a federal offense now?

- So you admit you did it?
- No.

But did you ever meet Patty?

Someone was just
accurately describing her.

I mean, what other kind of person
would call the FBI

because she had her car keyed?

Patty's dead, Dave.

Whoa, wait a second.

Is that why I'm here?

Okay, look, sir...

I admit that I keyed her car,

but she purposely parked across the line

so I couldn't get into my space.

I mean, every day,

I would have to squeeze the car in.

I scratched the whole
side of my Corolla.

And that car was cherry.

You hated her.

She got me fired because
I turned her into the parking guards,

but it's not like I'm the only one
that didn't like her.

- Your coworkers seemed to like her.
- No, no, she drove us all crazy.

She docked Hamid's pay one time

because he put too much
half-and-half in his coffee.

And then she had me reported

for excessive use of the Internet,
and I was the IT guy.

- So where were you Friday night, Dave?
- I was at Paradise Isle.

- I met Chip over there.
- Chip?

Chip's a guy from work.

I got a little tanked,
I bitched about getting fired.

Chip drove me home, 'cause like I said,
I got a little tanked,

but I was home before 8:00.

- You got an alibi after that?
- I was online.

I was online playing
Knights of Atlantis.

You can check the log or ask...
Thrustkiller278

or Donnerparty819.

Right.

Her body sustained
severe postmortem damage:

comminuted crush fractures of
the upper and lower extremities,

burst fractures of the thoracic
and lumbar vertebrae,

and shearing of the spinous processes.

- Your reconstruction looks good.
- It's incomplete.

I suck.

This woman was mulched
in an elevator shaft.

Given her condition,
I'm impressed with your work.

Come on, Mr.
Fisher, let me see a little smile.

That's the ticket.

I also found incomplete bilateral
compression fractures

of ribs R3 to R11.

There's inward deformation
to the lateral aspects.

Curve patterns are consistent
with the outer edge of a shoe.

I looked at several sections of
the epidermis

from the area of patterned abrasions,

didn't find any hemorrhage
in the soft tissue.

So she was stomped postmortem.

Why stomp on someone
when they're already dead?

Good question.

And I have another.
Did you figure out cause of death, yet?

I told you, man, I suck.

Buck up, Mr. Fisher.

You give me cause of death,
I give you a Kierkegaard T-shirt.

Hello.

- Fries look good.
- You want some?

If you don't want them.

So, I need some advice.

I have office hours, Ms. Montenegro.

- This is some...
- How do I deal with Hodgins?

I mean, we broke up so I just want it
to be over with so I can get back

to work without this unspoken
drama, you know what I'm saying?

First I think it's important
to find out what went wrong,

why you were involved in
an unsuccessful relationship.

Who said it was unsuccessful?

- You're not together anymore, are you?
- Do you love your parents?

- Yes.
- But you don't live together anymore.

Does that mean your relationship
with Mom and Dad was unsuccessful?

- I don't think it's the same.
- I do.

Sometimes you have to move on,
whatever your feelings.

When we create
intimate sexual relationships,

and if the relationship isn't
functioning the way it should,

one is left with anxiety

and confusion that will remain
until dealt with.

Okay.

So let's deal with it.

No, it's going to take longer
than us sitting here for a few minutes.

We need to find out why you were
attracted to him in the first place.

He has kind eyes,
great sense of humor.

Cute ass.

- He does this thing where...
- No. No.

I meant what are those things
in your past

that have led you to Dr. Hodgins

and what he represents to you
as an archetype.

You know what?
I'm going to look at my schedule.

But we should probably
start by meeting twice a week.

No.

I think I'm okay.

Therapy can't be rushed.

Look, Sweets, the way I look at it,

if I'm shot by an arrow, I-I don't need
to know where the arrow was made,

or what kind of bow it came from, or

even who it was who shot me.

I just need to get it out of my chest.

So... thank you.

This has been helpful.

You're good.

Thanks for the fries.

Go ahead.

Help yourself.

Found another mystery stain
on this piece of her skirt.

It's body fluid, so...

it's your problem.

What have we here?

Do you think I'm off
my game because of Angela?

Because we have all this
residual stuff between us?

Every time I look at her,
I still think about...

- Semen.
- What? No.

I was going to say something
much more romantic than that.

This stain...
It's semen.

Right.

I was also given a swatch of carpet from
the copy room that had a stain.

Also semen.

So now we know victim was
on the floor of the copy room

and that there were semen stains
on the floor and now on her skirt.

My guess is the stains will match.

Patty Hoyle ordered food Friday night,

had it delivered to the office.

Guess whose credit card she used?

Well, I really don't have enough
data to make an educated guess.

Oh, her boss'.
Gary Flannery.

So, Cam is comparing
the semen found on the floor

with the stain found on the skirt.

Seems like Pretty Patty was
sleeping her way up the food chain

- with the boss.
- Flannery is married.

Maybe she threatened
to expose the affair,

and he decided to kill her
to keep her quiet.

Just because tech support is in India
doesn't mean I get special treatment.

- Patty knew that.
- Just call them, please.

Excuse me.

Mr. Flannery, like to ask you
a few questions

about your credit card statement.

I'd like to ask him for a DNA sample.

Now.

Patty was a valued
employee and that is all.

Come on, you think I'm gonna
slam you for having a little fun?

It happens.

Late night meetings, a little cleavage.

No. I-I'm a married man.

Why did you give
her your credit card?

For the the occasional business expense.

Room service, massage,

shiatsu one hour,
a purse,

$300 worth of lingerie.

I was not having sex with Patty!

- Why did she have your credit card?
- And semen on her skirt.

No!

Patty decided to run
an expendables audit,

all right, she wanted to account
for every damn pencil.

Then she found out I was
ordering extra office supplies

and selling the surplus online.

She was going to report me to corporate.

But she said she'd keep her mouth shut
if I let her use my card now and then.

Oh, she had the whole office under
her thumb, knew everyone's business.

Sneaky bitch.

So she was blackmailing you.

That's not easy to stop, is it?

But I didn't kill her.

Please.

You can't tell the head office.

I've got a family. I could lose my job,
my health care, my pension...

Shut up.
Open your mouth.

What have you found?

The pelvis?

The anteroposterior
diameter is 160 millimeters.

Transverse diameter is 240 millimeters.

Listen to me.

Reducing the pelvic inlet,

the orifice of life,
to a numerical abstract.

We need mathematical constructs

to understand any aspect
of our world, Mr. Fisher.

And those figures and
equations are beautiful.

Like a musical composition,
they give life meaning

and us the possibility of knowing
the unknowable.

Right.

There's no evidence that the body
was disarticulated prior to

being shoved down the chute, so she
either went in headfirst or feetfirst.

Given that, I've cut a hole
that corresponds

to the measurements of the chute.

There's only one problem.

Any way you turn it,
the pelvis won't fit.

So, the body couldn't have
entered the shaft by that chute.

But since it still had
to fall a minimum of 60 meters...

It was dumped from the 16th floor.

I'll call Booth.

DNA results came back.

The two semen stains are a match--

the one from her skirt and
the one from the copy room floor.

But they're not from her boss.
Sorry.

Uh... hi.

Look, this tension between us,
I hate it.

I-I mean, I know that we broke up
and everything,

but I've experience loss before and
lived through it and... you have, too.

I'm not gonna pretend this didn't happen
because it might be easier to break up.

I'm going to relive us
huddled last winter

in that cabin in Montana when the lights
went out and the heat went out

and laughing our asses off
when you tried explaining

that spectrometer thingy to me.

So, I am not going to hide anymore,
and I'm not going to walk on eggshells.

I am just going to accept that the whole
damn mess happened and, pain or not,

I'm glad it did.

Okay.

So, forensics didn't find any prints?

No.

Cleaning crew came in over the weekend
and wiped down all the elevator doors.

Eh, no blood.

- What's that?
- What?

That.

Those are my cupcakes.

I got them for the HR officer at work.
I heard she loves them.

So, fraud and bribery?

No. 12 years of service
and lumbar support, okay.

It's all a matter of perception.

Okay.

Don't say it like that.

"Okay," like I'm some kind of a kid.

Okay.

It's looking pretty good, too, Bones.

I mean, Willie Ackerman, he got cut off

the list 'cause he got his note from

an acupuncturist,
and that doesn't even count.

Hah! Boob.

Watch out, I'm going to try this again.

Oh, man.

Ah, forget it!

There's no way

that I could keep that open long enough
to dump a body, and I'm in shape.

Must have been someone
that was stronger than you.

You're kidding me? Have you
seen the people in these offices?

Compared to them, I am Hercules.

Well, apparently not.

Maybe you do need that chair.

Or maybe it was two people.

1,263 bone fragments

and I've checked every single
one of them.

And the only cause of death
I see is on the squamous temporal bone.

The localized staining would
be consistent with blunt force trauma.

Except there's no sign of
that on the exterior of the skull.

Then it was probably
caused by a ruptured aneurysm.

Which would make her death an accident.

And our pursuit for a villain merely
a cry for justice in an unjust world.

But if it's an accident, it wouldn't
account for the elevator or the semen.

True.

I should have found that earlier.

Dr. Brennan's going to fire me,
isn't she?

I guess while I was trying to see

the metaphorical sun, I totally forgot
that the chances of survival

- in an unfriendly cosmos...
- Have you considered Prozac?

Already on it.

Then double your dose 'cause
you're bringing me down,

and that's hard to do, 'cause
I have worked with death for years

and you are making it all look like
good times now.

So, get it together, okay, Eeyore?

- What have you found?
- An aneurysm.

It should have been caused
by trauma to the ectocranial

surface, but there's no evidence
of trauma at all.

Very good, Mr. Fisher.

What do you see there?

Two tiny punctures,
approximately seven millimeters apart.

And what's very good?

I totally missed them.

You found the hemorrhagic
stain that led us here.

- So what caused them?
- Snake fangs?

Eastern pipistrelle bat?
Uh, a vampire?

Fingerprint powder.

What are you doing?

A fine horizontal bar

terminating in two vertical protrusions.

Oh, my God.

She was killed by a staple.

A staple?

How do you kill somebody with a staple?

It perforated the thinnest
part of the calvarium...

the squamous temporal bone...

causing Miss Hoyle's
preexisting aneurysm to rupture.

And how do you get somebody
to stand still while you staple them?

There's a small depression
near the wound

that suggests the stapler was thrown.

So whoever did this
didn't mean to kill her.

- No, I can't confirm that.
- It's common sense.

One doesn't usually use a stapler
as a murder weapon,

and they certainly couldn't have known
that she had an aneurysm.

- I'll concede on both points.
- Tell you what

My boys are looking for the murder
weapon. Maybe we can pull some prints.

So Patty has sex with someone
who then hits her with a stapler.

It's an odd work environment.

Okay, you are not going to believe this.

Yeah, try topping
death by office supplies.

I was wracking my brain over
the trace analysis from the sweater.

Furfural, proteolytic enzyme,

- triarylmethane dye...
- Hodgins, Hodg-Hodgins.

Eyes are glazing over.

It's a blue Hawaiian.

- What's a blue Hawaiian?
- Well, it's a potent cocktail.

Two of those puppies
and you're asking yourself,

"Hey, why am I naked
and who are all these people?"

Brilliant blue FCF
from the blue cura�ao,

furfural from the rum,
proteolytic enzyme--

pineapple, alcohol speaks for itself.

Is this the sort of beverage
they would serve at the Paradise Isle?

Yeah, comes in one of
those ceramic monkey heads.

So the killer must have
stepped in spilled drink.

Given the high level of fructose
and sugarcane,

it would have adhered to his shoe.
He stomps on the victim, and presto,

her sweater lights up with more traces
than a luau pig.

Dave was at Paradise Isle,
but his, his alibi checks out.

Yeah, but Dave was there with Chip,

who gave him a ride home,

but we don't know what Chip
did for the rest of the night.

- Good work, Hodgins.
- Thanks.

Now you can have a French fry.
Hey, man, right?

Hey, you know, uh...

I think Angela and I are cool now.

We talked, and I think...

- Brennan.
- You know what?

Just keep it to yourself.

- We'll be right there.
- You can have all the fries you want.

Pay for the bill, too.

- to talk to you guys about
- Thanks, Hodgins.

Angela.

I was filing the DNA
test I ran on Gary's saliva.

Ah, it does match after all.

No, but I did double-check

the semen sample from the victim's skirt
with the one on the floor

and they do match.

And according to the deterioration
of the sperm tail,

the ejaculate is from Friday night.

That must have been some happy hour.

The night she was murdered.

You can tell all that
from their little tails?

Yes, and I can also tell that
our man is probably of Asian descent.

Oh, by the way they swim.

No.

From 42 specific DNA sequences.

Yeah, probably more exact.

I'm not sure if that's helpful.

There are 3 billion
Asian people in the world.

- But only one who works in the office.
- And he was at Paradise Isle.

We found the murder weapon, Chip.

- A stapler?
- Yep, a stapler.

Picked it up in a Dumpster
behind your building.

Someone threw it at her.

We found some of Patty's hair
embedded in the slide,

as well as a trace of blood.

So, uh, what do you need from me?

I'll help any way I can.

I liked Patty.

Enough to make love to her
in the copy room on the floor?

God, no.

She was my boss.

We also found semen on the floor
of the copy room and on her skirt.

The DNA showed it
was from an Asian male.

You're the only person of
Asian descent in the office, Chip.

Look at this.

We have a,
uh, court order here for your DNA.

Okay, you're right.

I was sleeping with Patty,

but I wanted to end it,

so I had a couple drinks to get up
my courage and went back to the office.

Then what happened?

I told her we had to stop
because we were going to get caught.

She threatened to report me
for sexual harassment

if I didn't keep sleeping with her.

She was calling Gary to report me.

- So you threw the stapler at her?
- It...

hit her in the head
a-and she just dropped.

She had an aneurysm.

You ruptured it.

- I didn't know.
- Then what?

I... had to get rid of her.

I... I panicked,

dragged her into the
hall, opened the elevator doors, and...

shoved her down the shaft.

How?

W-What do you mean, "how?"

It must have been the adrenaline.

Enough of that,
you can lift a car, right?

Is this enough adrenaline for you?

Okay.

Look at that--
two people.

- Who's helping you?
- No one. It was just me.

Somebody had to have helped you hold
the doors open while you kicked

- her down the shaft.
- No.

Who are you protecting, Chipper?

- Can you take the door?
- Got it, got it.

All right.

Okay, what is that?

It looks like a piece of fingernail,
blue nail polish.

Chip tried to protect me?

Yes.

That's just like him, you know?

Whenever I have too many calls on hold,
he'd always answer the phone.

He totally didn't have to do that.

The best way for you to help
him is just to tell me the truth.

Okay, well...

we both have roommates...

so... sometimes...

we'd make love in the office.

We were in the copy room

and we thought we were alone,

but Patty came back for something

and she caught us,

and she said she was going to report us.

I mean, no one in the office could date.
It was against company policy.

She said we'd both be fired.

So you threw the stapler.

I-I was so sick of her
sticking her nose in everything.

Sh-She went over to the
phone to report us to Gary, and...

... I threw the stapler.

I didn't, I didn't mean to kill her.

I just wanted to be with Chip.

I see you got your throne.

That's right.

The chair.

Looks nice.

Another victory for the hive.

HR said you called.

Yes, but I didn't lie to them.
I wouldn't do that.

Well, you must have said something
because she didn't even eat her cupcakes

and the chair was here.

No, I just told them why

I felt it was important
for you to have it, that's all.

And, uh, why is that?
Because even a mindless drone...

... deserves some perks?

No, because of how
important you are to them.

I mentioned your dedication
and courage and sensitivity.

- Sensitivity?
- Yes, Booth.

I mean, even today with that young
woman who killed her boss,

it's very impressive.

Anyway, I said that a chair
is a good way

to show the other employees
in the office

how much those qualities are valued.

Hmm, well, it worked.

I'll never understand why you
felt you had to lie to get the chair.

I mean, you could have just
told them about yourself on your own.

Well, because that would have
been bragging, even though it was true.

- You okay?
- Yeah, no, it was just...

I think some of the padding
in the back here is worn out

When I lean back, it's hits

So ageing counts in oversee
to the attributes to the chair.

No, no, this thing is great,
you kidding me?

It's a...

even old to make tick

doesn't tilt back... yet.

And it smells like a 300 pound
dead guy.

- So you like it.
- You're kidding me?

Love it.

I give this baby up brilly?

You know, that all up and down
thing is little touchy.

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